Cuz the shit been through, can make most go mental, with your head in a daze, but I stay fresh like mentos, and I'm amazed that I made it this far, forever on a mission, after that commission, wishing on a star, asking for riches, cuz lifes to hard, look to the the sky and thank the Lord, for another day, and to help me maintain, and stay by my side, cuz I need you in the life of mine, had to make a change, and pushed aside, the life of crime, and started writing rhymes, about my life, and the things I seen and done, most won't stand, a chance, to survive, no big brother and no dad, I had to become my own man, the law want to lock me up and them haters want to take my life, and now I've realized, if I want to live to see better days, I gotta slow my Pace, and get off the fast lane, and stay away, from phonies that, said they're my friend till the end, but where my homies at, that said they have my back, in the streets it's a jungle, but you got to keep focused and remain humble, and watch for phonies that, plotting like cats, waiting to attack, and take the cash you stack, trust no man, and fuck a bitch, M. O. B, is the way I chose to live, ok